Mutual DD, Tough Times, Tempers, Plastic Strops and Sore Cheeks

If you are talking about Doms and subs, well they might not fully understand the sort of peculiar relationship that exists when you are both Dom and sub. How can it be? Well, just be in love with someone who you’ve decided to not only be held accountable to… but also some who you’ve agreed to hold accountable.

Yes folks, a mutual domestic discipline relationship is very unique, and I’ve found it to be very special.

Me?
Well, I know better. However call it a scream for attention… Call it just plain stupid… This past week I did the unforgiveable. I drove drunk. As ususal, I made it home without problem Being able to drive in such a condition is not a blessing but a curse, that ultimately allows one to believe that they can always do it without problems… an impossible thing to do forever.

I talked to Minx from the bar, she guessed I was probably there. What she didn’t know was that I was knocking back shots with my beers… all of course on an empty stomach as I had not eaten all day. She had no idea just how wasted I was till I got home and was literally falling down. I text messaged her, (no excuse) that I was being naughty. I expected her to come get me. She did not... for one very good reason, her phone (and we verified this) never got the sent messages.

That’s been the way it’s been for us lately, we’ve had very odd and some very tough times some we've caused ourselves but most we've just been stuck in the middle of. In a nutshell... We are expecting to be evicted any day… or powerless,… or phoneless… or heatless… as we continue to dance around the bills that we can barely sometimes pay. Stress is high... no unbearable for both of us, and neither of us could deal with all of this without the other... tempers run on sharp edges… and we often need to grab each other by the earlobe and drag each other for a well deserved spanking but can’t even do that because we never seem to have privacy.

Well, come to the rescue… a friend. One special lady who knows our situation (who I used to mentor) let us use her house for a few hours today. Minx took full advantage and my poor ass is burning.

Thanks again to that special lady who managed to leave on her dresser (for Minx’s use) the wicked plastic prison strap. For those that may want to know… It works all too well.

The Notorious Bettie Page

I was just reading about Bettie Page. It's hard to imagine what life would have been like for such a free spirit in the 50's. Not only was she a "Pin-Up" girl, but she was also featured in many BDSM photos.

Apparently she just passed away at the age of 85.

Kind of makes you wonder what your Grandmother might have been doing back in the day doesn't it?

Power Tools

Its' hard to imagine why we have such a fascination with implements (and of course such large collections).

Pictured here are the latest popular "power tools" that seem to get the most use within our household.
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The top paddle is "ol' faithful" which has a long history of getting strong reactions. Measuring about 10 inches or so and of very sound 3/4" thick oak it has a long established history of having earned considerable respect. In spite of looking like a wennie paddle there it absolutely no doubt that it can easily rank about a 8.9 (or more) on the "Oh Sh**" Meter.

The second one down is the OTK paddle with holes from Reb's (which unfortunately appears to have stopped selling their fine products). Being about 1/2" thick it's fairly light for it's size (except at the business end) and measures about 14" in overall length. When used with gusto it can also do about a minimum of 8.1 and perhpas a 9.7 or greater on the "OS" meter.

The third implement is the "Sawed Off" bath brush. Made by "Ecotools". This beauty packs about an 17.2 on the "OS" meter ( The OS meter runs from 1 to 10 by the way).

Bringing up the bottom (in more ways than one) is the raw form of the "Sawed Off". It's a beast and can score about a 25.7 on the above mentioned "OS" meter.

My darling Minx bought the two monster "eco friendly" bamboo bath brushes from Kmart I believe. Last weekend sweet Min had very valid reasons to question the wisdom of that purchase.

Last night, I too learned of the foolishness of that purchase. Then, as a fire built upon my posterior I too began to contemplate a bamboo bon-fire; as I was introduced to the edge of the envelope of the "OS" Meter.

Had to Happen

Minx, the love of my life has not been feeling well for too long now. Well, part of it has been that she has been a bit under the weather, and part of it has been that she has known that she has earned a serious discipline session. One that even if she could get out of, never would consider doing.

It all started a week ago when there was the need for what should have been a quick simple spanking. Well, attitudes and timing were all wrong, the spanking did not go well and of course much of it was my fault as I do believe that it is the HOH's responsibility to make sure that the punishment is appropriate, timely and certain. However, her response to the needed spanking was somewhat disrespectful to say the least and we all know that has to be intollerable.

There were certain aspects of the spanking that Minx earned last week that were less than certain... However...She questioned the discipline... that can't happen. She resisted the discipline... again, that can't happen. However more seriously, she failed to properly submit and some of the things that happened actually would of, or could have... endangerd our relationship if one or both of us were less resiliant than we are.

The end result was that Minx just received what was perhaps the most severe, the most painful and the most long lasting spanking that she's ever had. It hurt me terribly to spank her so severly. I never want to have to giver her such a severe spanking again but I will NEVER hesitate to do so when it is the proper thing to do.

The Cure All

I was just watching the show "Manswers" which is a chauvinistic show designed to answer the weird questions that are always in the back of mind of the average American male.

Well, to sum it all up, men are pigs, no great revelation here.

Some of the topics being covered were "What odors will turn woman on?"

and

"In what country is a man most likely to be satisfied orally?"

The answer by the way is Austria, something about the love of sausage I guess.

But I digress…

One of the brain teaser questions was: "What is the best way to beat an addiction?"

Well, guess what...

Not a 12 step plan…

Not methadone…

The best way to beat an addiction happens to be… "Getting Whipped" AKA: SPANKED!!!

So, how does one get an insurance company to cover those therapy sessions?

In any event…

What an incredible revelation.

Geessseee…

All along we’ve been on cutting edge of medical science and have never known it. However, in the pursuit of nothing less than establishing a standard that includes exploring the unknown for the betterment of mankind...

We will pursue the exploration to find the edge of the envelope.

We will continue to explore the cutting edge of science and be there for any new developments. Perhaps it's time for a Federal Grant to determine what is the most effective implement…

It’s about time we get some Federal Funding in the Spanko World.

Could Submission Help Foster Feminine?

Privacy is such a rare thing for Minx and I right now. So, when we have it, we must use it even if the time may not be right emotion wise to address certain needs in a proper manner. However, we use what time we can in what ever way we can.

The other night Minx and I lay in bed and I rolled her over bottom up and gave her a warm bottom with hand and one of the light hairbrushes. It wasn't a spanking for a specific reason, nor was it very severe. Somehow I just thought it was needed. Her first reaction was "Do you feel better now?" referring to my obvious (biological response to having secured her submission for a spanking) pleasure while I spanked her. In response to her question I handed her the hairbrush rolled over and gave her the opportunity to have revenge which she too merrily indulged in.

When done I asked her "Do you feel better now?". She thought about it for a few seconds and completely ignored the fact that I gave her the opportunity to spank me and responded that it had been a while since she had a chance to feel submissive and feminine.

Tonight I came home and found Minx asleep on the sofa with the TV on... Butt in the air... Well you know what I did! Yeah, she jumped up and quickly sat up protecting her bottom from further immediate attention. Later I came over and gave her bottom more attention and remarked how we now had a Kodak moment candidate for the "Spanking Classics Red Butt of the Year" Award.

Actually, I believe she was again happy to have submitted for no other reason than to know that having submitted to my will that she be spanked made her feel more feminine.

What think yee?

Creative Juices

Somehow I think Minx gets very nervous when my creative juices begin to flow.

Well, we needed something quieter for those special occaisions and I made a "homemade" Loopy Johny out of an old broom handle and a bungee cord.

Now you would think that Minx would be proud of me for having been very creative...

Not so.
She does not like it at all (especially when those creative juices land upon her cheeks).

She does not like the Loopy at all actually and gave me absolutely no serious "At-A-Boys" for having created it.

Yet, and here's the part that's NOT FAIR.... She had absolutley no reluctance to LIGHT MY ASS ON FIRE with the aforementioned Loopy Johnny durring a need for a quiet session upon my posterior a week or so ago.

This whole Spencer thing could get pretty ugly...

Damn, I need a new hobby.

Broken Cane

I’m about to tell some things about Minx and I that neither her nor I have ever discussed or "blogged" about before in any sort of detail.

Anyone who has read our blogs knows how I won't hesitate to spank her poor bottom raw...
Well, she just might very well...
No, ah shit...
She WILL be returning the favor.

Now those of you who may have read some on the things here, or particularly on my Yahoo 360 know that I am not your typical eyeryday found on any street corner Dom-ish Disciplinarian. If you know anything about me you’ll know that my first sparks into non-vanilla-ism was based on some deep seeded need to be submissive. Butt, then there were complications.

Well, like an experienced subbie friend who when I told her that I thought I had some dom-ish tendencies told me that she could tell I was a natural Dom but she knew I had to find that out for myself. Although my whole approach to LDD has been keeping it as far from BDSM as possible there are of course those other times when minds drift to the D/S aspects for any sort of play.

Well all of this gets so complicated and confusing sometimes…

There are times when I know that the label of switch suites me best. In any event Minx has known this about me from the start, or actually before the start and one of the first things that came up when we became an item was that perhaps a "Spencer" thing might work really well for us (at her suggestion). No, not that she has ever had any Fem-Dom desires but she does have a basic desire to give me whatever I might want or need.

Uh… is that bottoming from the Top or subbing from the side…
well…
who knows…
It doesn’t really matter in the long run…

Butt…

I resisted.

In hindsight not because I didn’t know that she was probably right but because I’ve spent an hour or two Googling "Spencer Plan" and have come to the conclusion that there is little if any evidence of it being any more than an urban legend. Some sort of well organized hoax story… great idea that it may be.
My resistance with time has worn away by my inner desire at times to be on the wrong end of the paddle, and to find ways to be closer to her.
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Fast forward to a week or three ago…

On one of those rare occasions I found myself face down into the bedcovers with my butt propped high… Minx sitting on my back to hold me down and spanking the living daylights out of my poor ass. Yeah, despite underlying curiosities and all I don’t submit very well. Now… here’s the thing. Minx got VERY wet and I got very excited (read hard) about the whole idea.

So…
I told Minx that I was wrong to brush off her long ago suggestion and told her that yes, it might just be the perfect thing for the two of us.

Well, that of course means that at some point I have to get the same sort of AAAC (Avoid At All Cost) spanking that she has become very familiar with. Hard as it may be she has done her best to give me that spanking (Apparently I need to be restrained for such a thing). On the couple of occasions that she has tried to get us going on that track… I’ve resisted and Dom-ed my way out of those spankings.

The really scary part for me is that she has learned (first-hand) from our toy collection what really, really hurts. Oh yeah, she knows how to use them all including the old broken cane. Perhaps she needs to scold me into submitting without restraint. She did get me over some pillows and managed to land about nine really memorable strokes with the old (broken 6" short) cane. It was that last stroke, she was more adept with each one… Stroke number nine was extrememly painful and left my ass with a sore sport that lasted for about five days.

The whole experience brought to mind one of Minx's better quotes: "What the hell was I thinking when I decided on this whole spanking thing… I need a new hobby." (Scarlet Minx, 2008)

One of the unique aspects is that the whole time I may be thinking that a spanking may be enroute to my ass... I still have to be there holding Minx accountable... the double edged paddle of a Spencer-ish relationship.

I know how hard it is for Minx to even try (in spite of our recent discovery about it’s ability to get her wet).
Uh-Oh, did I somehow uncover a closet FemDom? We do have very little free and private time together, however I know the sooner or later the inevitable will certainly arrive upon my poor cheeks.

Thank you God for the gift of letting me have this woman in my life… I love her so much!

Minx my sweetie...

I LOVE YOU!

Lots of Sting

Well Minx has a very sore bottom and this series of spankings probably the most severe she has ever had from me.

She certainly deserved a good spanking but she crossed the line and misbehaved durring the spanking, she wrote about it on her blog so I won't repeat it here but lets just say her mouth got out of control when she saw the bath brush.

Minx hates sting, so I made sure she got plenty very intense sting. What she doesn't get very often but she did get this time was that deeper muscle soreness that stays after the sting is gone.

As time goes by I love Minx more and more every day. Being someone who has paddled a number of naughty bottoms over the past couple of years, you would think it would get easier for me. The thing of it is it's actually getting pretty hard to spank Minx. It's one thing to do a GG spanking but when she needs a really good spanking it gets harder to do every time.

No Free Time... No Privacy

It's been quite a while since I've had the time to do much of anything in the way of browsing the net, let alone post any blogs. Work has been very demanding, yet provides woefully inadequate financial reward. It's been very difficult for both Minx and I lately and I don't think either one of us could survive without having the strength of the other to rely on.

In any event we're still here and counting on better tomorrows.

When You Don't Want a Spanking... You Really Need One

Tonight I slapped Minx's behind a few times and she yelled that she didn't want a spanking... That's when I knew without a doubt that she really needs a very, very good spanking.

Sometimes not having privacy is just an inconvenience, sometimes I think in our case it's too often the norm and the most insideous thing that we have fighting our relationship. Both ways by the way. We have and we can practice to a degree mutual LDD... When and if we can actually practice it... Not quite a "Spencer Plan", but there are times when I do find the need to know that Minx has in the past... and hopefully will in the future hold me accountable for certain things... Much to her regret sometimes I think, because I don't believe she get's as much out of that weird aspect as I would hope that she would. Weird shit I know, but who of us could claim to be 100% normal.

BUTT...
I digress...
Minx, when you wake tomorrow and find that finally... after a very long time... I've posted to my blog the important thing for you to know is that you will be getting a very, very memorable spanking. Yeah, I know... When? Well... whenever we can have the needed privacy. Might be sooner than you would expect so you should sit comfortable while you can my sweet woman that I love so much.

Mea Culpa

Kinda weird, yeah...

Well, Minx and I can't really always talk since there is the shift thing... So, dear reader... You are privy to see some first person communication between Minx and I !

We haven’t ironed out all of the specifics it will take quite some time I’m sure, but we do have a unique DD relationship since I happen to be a switch.

Sexuality can and does play into such relationships where it isn’t just one partner who could find themselves with a tender bottom. Yes, spanking in spite of the painful discipline aspect can be, and most certainly is an erotic experience. Giving control to someone you love is just one of those things… or having control taken by the one you love… same thing.

So, that means that Minx on many more than one occasion has managed to spank my bottom tender. No, she doesn’t have it down perfect yet, but she has gotten much, much more effective each time she has spanked me. If I have to crawl over her lap I do know for a fact that by the time it is over I will have a very hot sore bottom. In fact it’s gotten to the point where yes, sexually it is exciting to think that she can (and will) do it, but on the other hand it’s far some something that I would actually look forward too. Of course, she has had some of her best tutoring at me knee. She has learned how to spank very hard, very long and very effectively and we don’t really know what it is, perhaps a little bit of switch in her persona. Or, just the idea of being the wonderful submissive that she is, she is somehow getting into the roll and liking it as if I’m topping from the bottom. Butt, she is liking the idea of turning my bottom red and purple, perhaps a little too much.

Things have been a bit difficult for Minx and I for the past few weeks. I was sick, she had a business trip, privacy has been at a premium and this past week one of my sons broke a bone and needed surgery. So, it’s been hard to pay attention to one another and hard to have any time at all to ourselves.

Additionaly, it's not always easy for her to see how much she lights up my life when she walks in the room. You see, I've found my perfect love. How do I identify Minx as my perfect love? Two words, actually a name... Ronald Reagan. Yeah, I'm a Red State kind of guy and Ronny can in many ways be my hero. However it's the love of Nancy Reagan that I wish to speak about. Ronald Reagan was in the White House and his aide was at his side. Nancy came in to see him and they talked and kissed and she then left the room. Ronny watched her leave and then turned to his aide and said " She is the only person in the world who can make me feel lonely, just by leaving the room.". He was in love, really in love with Nancy. I always hoped I could find a woman like that. Praise te Lord and pass the amunition... that lady is Minx.

Well sorry to say, Minx it turns out has been pissed at me and getting more pissed by the day and the hour. Yeah, I’m a guy so at times I do bark a bit in spite of my best efforts to be patient and remain in control of my mood. Well, poor Minx, she hasn’t been taking it well. The result has been that she hasn’t felt that she could talk to me and she has thought that anytime I’m not happy and smiling it must be because I’m upset with her. Well that’s certainly not true. Still, I felt quite a bit guilty about it and of all things, she decided that I needed my bottom heated because of it. Ok, well… Yes Mam. I of course fell into super apologetic mode and became perfectly willing to jump over to my submissive side, because I must have caused this problem for this wonderful woman that I love so much.

Well, back to the scenario of not having the perfect time and privacy for each other. So, I told her that I would do something about it and make sure she could take care of things. We need more quiet implements. My once almost scary rattan cane broke to about a 20" stubby, perhaps a bit of a OTK cane but certainly not scary quiet welt maker. "Minx, we need some quiet devices. I’m going to make a Loopy Johnny so you can tear my poor guilty butt apart and turn it into red and purple Jell-O and me into a quivering mass of guilty remorse". Well I did say something like that, although perhaps I didn’t use those exact words but she got the idea and so do you.

So, I did it. I made a rather formidable loopy and quite frankly I have absolutely no desire to feel it’s bite on my poor bottom. I tried it on my thigh and it has no allure for my somewhat nervous ass. The handle has to be about 12 or 14" long and for the business end, I put the leftover from a bungee cord that unwillingly gave it’s life for this device. I did make sure that it would stay put, I taped the bungee to the end of the handle (which I notched for the cord) and then poured a bunch of super glue into the attachment to make sure that no matter how hard the little bugger ripped my quivering butt it could still survive and rip more butt. Oh, and then I found the remnants of an old fishing rod in the cellar and placed the two together on top of the dresser for her to use as best she saw fit. That effin fishing rod BTW is one wicked welt maker… We’re talking no sit for a week kind of thing.

So, all sorts of wicked tools are available at Minx’s hand for her to use on my poor doomed butt. What happened? Nothing. Yeah, and now I’ve decided that things have to go the other way… Minx is the one who needs to be spanked.

Here’s the thing. Maybe I was wrong, maybe I was too short with her. Maybe I was just too insensitive for her needs. Well, I went almost an entire day of doing the Mea Culpa thing… Then, well… If and when you are wrong and you are willing to accept responsibility and consequences for any possible wrongdoing…. That’s wonderful. However, your Mea Culpa needs to be accepted and eventually you need to be forgiven.

That did not happen.

Imagine me, trying to be submissive (as best I can) an almost sometimes Dom that I am, and asking for forgiveness… and not getting it. Uh, hello… how do you spell mistake and where was it made?

Ok, that went on for a while… times up.

Well Miss Minx…

You had the chance to forgive me as I would do in a heart beat for you… Butt, since you did not… Now, I think maybe, you were playing it for whatever it was worth. I think that maybe you were wondering concisely or not just what this role thing might do for you and I think that to a degree you were playing it for what it was worth and wondering. Nope, PMS is not an excuse. We needed to rest our heads on the pillow with things resolved, and that didn’t happen. Now, I’ve jumped back and I’m in HOH mode.

I’m just a little upset little lady.

Real or imagined, whatever has kept you from feeling open to me and not able to talk to me has done some damage and I will NOT let our relationship be damaged. Our relationship won’t be damaged by me and not by you… and certainly not by some sort of wall that I’m more than capable of, and willing to make endless efforts to tear down.

You, young lady will be getting a toasty warm bottom, you will not now or ever take advantage of my willingness to accept that maybe I did something wrong, then play it against us. Ok, maybe you did not, maybe you did but didn’t know it would have these consequences so maybe the sound spanking that you will be getting isn’t really fair in your mind. Well, it can’t always be fair and you do know that. However one way or another I will put an end to it, when it is done everyone and everything will be forgiven, period.

For one reason more than any other,

I love you sweetie...

Well, yeah back to the concept that you readers will know this as soon or sooner than Minx sees it. Yeah, who knows how she will read this. Butt, by the times she reads this the alarm will have gone off, she will have had a cup of coffee... So, before she leaves for work she will either come back into the bedroom and throw her cup of coffee on me, or... give me a hug and tell me she loves me too.

I'm betting on the latter.

Oh, BTW little lady, submission and maintenance spankings are back on as soon as, and whenever I see fit that they are needed, period.

Oh, Considering the season....
Mary Kate Danerher...
Do you go for it?

Belt and Hairbrush

Time and again when reading spanking oriented blogs or posts on spanking forums I'm amazed by the significance and the power of the belt. Simple device that it may be, somehow it has some sort of mystical power over so many women, perhaps some sort of symbol of masculine power. It would seem that many women have such a strong reaction, the butterflies in the tummy, the tinlge that runs up the spine and all from just the sight of the belt being removed or even more powerfully the sound of the belt being pulled from the pant loops. The sound can clear a brain in turmoil and stop all other distractions and it commands complete attenion.

Perhaps it's the sense of immediatecy, things will be dealt with now, right now and there is no point in trying to talk your way out. "Young lady, talk is over. Your bottom is going to be getting real hot and red right now and that's all there is to it". Conversely, for men who are spanked the sight of a woman with a stern posture holding a hairbrush has a similar powerful visual impact.

(art found at spanked hubby)

Perhaps it's the anticipation, perhaps it's knowing that there is no escape and the activity that is about to play out on one's bottom is inevitable. Whatever the trigger, the power of these sights and sounds is far more powerful than the sting and burn.

What do you think about when you see and hear these symbols? Do they get your attention unlike anything else?

Flying Fans the Fanny

Well, just got back from the airport. Up at 03:30 this AM to take Minx to the airport, she's off on a business trip this week. Flying off to warm weather, and of course she's flying with a warm bottom. Not the most comfortable ride on a airline seat... yeah, she'll be in that seat for most of the day.

We finally had the opportunity to deal with the speeding issue the day before yesterday. I'm sure she will be remembering it for a while. We did a GG spanking last night and I'm sure that I managed toapply some fresh heat to her still tender tushie. She mentioned that the fire ants were attacking her cheeks when she sits certain ways.

Bonnie from MBS linked to Minx's blog yesterday, so I'm sure she'll be getting a lot more visitors now. The number of visitors to this blog have gone way down since I checked the "adult content" box on the blogger settings page. Now when someone comes to this page they get the "are you sure you want ot see this stuff" page. Antoher draw back is that I can no longer see what site refered the visitor. I do like to link to site that link here but now I can't see them, this is a 'Blogger' page and I don't see the raw logs since it's not "my" site. Kind of a bummer, but after the wiki art site went down I don't want to give anyone a reason to take this blog down.

Poor Minx won't have a PC all week while she's away, some scum stole the RAM chip out of her laptop so it's out of commision until we can replace it. Unless we hit powerball that won't be for a few weeks yet.

Derailed

When things appear to be progressing just so well, watch out. That's when life will slap you in the face with a cold dead fish and yells "Surprise!"

Minx and I have had a tough week or so, she fell and hurt her back and then I managed to come down with a wicked case of the flu or something. Really interesting... just when I started to get used to some of the symptoms... they would change or get worse.

The hardest part for Minx has to have been discovering how miserable and how much of a turtle I am whenever I'm sick, just leave me alone in my shell. I think it may have something to do with the way I hate self pity and how I especially hate it in myself, hence I just want to be left alone to bask in my misery. Well, I'm finally starting to feel like a human being again so hopefully I'm done with my sick time... for the year I hope. I'm certainly anxious to get back on track and I know Minx is too, soon I think but it can't be soon enough.

Minx wrote on her blog about the incident with the speeding that she knows she'll be getting a very memorble spanking for. It's one of those things that we've talked about before and now I have to be extra certain that we don't have to talk about it again. Often the worst part of knowing that a severe spanking is on the way, is the waiting and this time the wait has been extra long. It's also been a time when we can't be very close in the touchy feely way. The hugs have been weak because of sore backs and the kisses have been missing to avoid sharing germs.

Minx has been a very good girl through all of this and I'm sure that she would like to ask me if she can get a good girl spanking instead of the punishment spanking. Well, yes dear. You have certainly earned a special good girl spanking... too.

Buns of Steel?

I would rather be curled up in the blankets right now but I have been ordered to write this post. I am so exhausted, cold, and feel very contrite.

I knew I had blown it again…how many times now...have we talked about this rule of five cups of coffee a day? No More!

I can’t remember to be honest but I will remember tonight!

I already knew I blew it, I already knew I disappointed him again.

In knowing that made me feel somewhat bad, but I really had no idea just how bad until I turned around from standing in the corner and saw the mound of pillows and then I truly knew just how much I had disappointed him.

I just knew that the belt was coming off and was going to meeting my bottom with a searing heat. And that it did!

Each and every lash took my breath away. I was made to count the last six and that was very hard too do.

Then came the paddle...I can’t believe how bad that hurt. I knew in my heart I deserved what I was getting. I tried my hardest to stay put and not cover my bottom.

I must be honest and say…I have never felt as punished as I did tonight.

Being put to bed after my punishment really had an impact on me, he made his point and it came across very clear to me. I am a very stubborn woman and I am used to getting my own way. Seriously here, I realize know that I will not get my way on this.

BUT….honestly…my bottom is not made of steel!!!!!

I give up…you win…..NO MORE then 5 cups of coffee!

I Promise…I Love You and I am sorry

One Coffee... Or One Spanking?

While I type this Minx is under the covers, I just finished making sure that she would be warm and toasty. It would have been an AAAC (Avoid at All Cost) spanking since we've talked about this too many times before, but she did confess. However, I do think it should have been sooner.

Someone, has a 5 cup max of coffee per day. Considering the doctor would probably have a bird if she knew Minx was even having one... Well, I think the starting limit of 5 cups is reasonable, much better than the 10 or more cups per day before the rule.

However I do expect the rule to be obeyed, Minx does know that, I just reminded her.

I would rather be giving her tender aftercare right now, that will have to wait. I don't want to have to talk about this with her again and I really want her to know that. I don't want...

No, I will not let her endanger her health.

I can't imagine life without her.

Is One Enough?

You would think that after you have had your bottom thoroughly spanked and paddled that you would behave.

Me? Behave? Hmmmmmm

Well better to confess then to have him find out later.

I bought a cup of coffee that I knew I really should not be having.

I thought many thoughts as I was driving down the road with it in my hand.

Guilty, yes I did feel guilty.

Then to my surprise the cup sprung a leak and I am wearing a lot of the coffee that I should not have bought.

The rest of it is all over the side of my car.

Talk about getting caught red handed!

Guess I better go confess now.

Choosing Your Words

Lately it seems that anything and everything that could go wrong...is going wrong.

I have been arguing with my sister for a while now and yesterday being frustrated, I just wanted to give up, throw the towel in and just walk away.

Well….of course I verbalized “giving up” and got that the watch moved to the wrong wrist.

Sometimes it just seems easier to just give up but I know that I can’t. I know that in the end I will win, I will achieve what I have set out to do.

Today I was reminded that I can’t give up. Now I am sitting here typing this post with a very tender bottom.

I have a small problem with sass and it seems that most of my sass comes flowing freely when I am getting spanked.

Why that is I will never know!

You would think when you are OTK and being paddled that your words would be chosen very carefully. I was told that “I hope that I never have to spank you like this again.”

My reply….mind you that this was said in a sarcastic tone.

“Then stop spanking me!”

Honestly that was the wrong thing to say at the wrong time!

Yep, I still feel those four words.

The spanking I received today was one of the hardest ones I have gotten. That nasty wooden paddle with holes in it, OUCH! I was also spanked with that hairbrush paddle that seems to be a favorite...not mine of course.

But once again trouble has found me. Now you would think that having a very tender bottom you would make sure that you follow your rules and guidelines.

I am sure that once again I will find myself OTK sooner then I wanted.

Like maybe tonight again!

But...not me! That would be too easy...

I guesss I need to go confess now cause it is sure obvious!

Wrong Wrist

When a couple integrates LDD into their relationship it's virtually impossible to always take care of matters right away. Sometimes things just have to be postponed. There may be a previous engagement that can't be cancelled, or more likely the lack of privacy.

For as long as I can remember the first thing I do before doing anything strenuous is to take my watch off of my wrist and put it in my pocket or onto my other wrist, upside down. I've always been a watch on the left wrist kind of guy; of course the fact that I'm left handed makes that impossible at times. Obviously, a good spanking from my leaft hand would be too much even for my John Cameron Swayze.

The way I've decided to remember and to issue the promise of the spanking that is due is to use the simple symbol that will be obvious to Minx, actually so that both she and I will remember. I do hate having my watch upside down on the wrong wrist. However, it can't go back to my left wrist until matters have been dealt with.

So, when something has to be addressed that means Minx will be over my knee I've been moving my watch to the wrong side. I hate it there so I'll be looking for the first opportunity to move it back. That won't happen until Minx's bottom has been heated. Naturally, she hates seeing it there too knowing what it means will be happening to her poor bottom. Whenever the activity is over, I will move it back where hopefully it can stay for a while.

Right now my watch is on the wrong wrist. Minx made a little, very little, attempt of talking me into putting the watch back where it belongs and "...let's forget it this time". Simple question right back at her, "Would you really want it to be something that you could ever talk me out of?"

Naturally, her answer is no

The first time that I ever spanked Minx was a bit awkward. You see we are not very "public", no one in our real lives can know. Well, my middle son was on the way home. He knew that Minx was here and when I asked him to call me before he came home I'm sure he just thought that I didn't want to be surprised by him walking in on some sort of sexual action. Little did he know that Minx needed... and wanted a spanking. I was willing to oblige.

We've talked about it numerous times since then, it was very intense for Minx so we've tried to understand why. Pretty much your eveyday run of the mill spanking in most ways. I started her spanking bare hand OTK. She had been in the corner and I had been scolding her because of some of the things that I knew had been going on. Hmmm... her temper, some anger, some issues at work... patience with her family. Well, we had a lot to talk about and I actually did the talking with the contact of my hand.

Minx was squirming a lot... I knew she had to be thinking "Oh S***!, If this is what his hand feels like the paddle is really going to be wicked!!!" Well, it was :)
Naturally and thankfully, we managed to time an intermission for when my son came home. Well, he's old enough to die for his country and old enough to choose his own evening activities and was right back out the door after a shower, ah the freedom of youth.it's wasted on the young.

When we alone again, we continued. We had been doing a lot of talking and at the appropriate time I told Minx to get back to the corner (not really a corner but close enough). She hesitated. I should never have to give an instruction twice, especially during a punishment. Yup, immediately after her corner time her hands were on the couch, dress up, pantyhose and then panties tugged down... and then she heard my belt coming out of my pant loops. You know, then and everytime since then... Well, there's just something magical about that sound that says "There will no BS, we're dealing with this now!!!"

We both believe that the panyhose she was wearing really, really held the heat in and enhanced the sensation. In any event when the hairbrush paddle came out to find her bare bottom it didn't take long before I could sense her surrender... the first time her walls started to fall.

The absolute most exciting part of a spanking is the tenderness of aftercare. I'm not new to spanking, I've toasted a few butts before. This time things were different, I didn't just feel the intensity of her hugs after the spanking was over, this time it seamed like we melted together into one being. It's been that way with her ever since too.
Anything and everything has come out with this sweet wonderful woman. She has the key to my heart. God, I love this woman, why did it take so long for her to find me :)

Three Weeks, Four Days

Sort of a whirl-wind thing. We've known each other for about a year and a half but we never met in person before earlier this month, three weeks and four days ago. Minx and I have been friends since we first read each other's blogs. Neither one of us ever thought anything would come of it we were just too far away, well at least I didn't. Now, the truth recently came out! Minx told me that when she first read this blog she wanted to get to meet me. Well, does she always get what she wants?

It is such a wonderful feeling being in love, it feels so new and exciting. Yes, I'm off the market, my heart is now spoken for. I've asked Minx to marry me and she has said YES!!!

Well I went searching the web for Valentine's Day kind of clip art and this is what I found. Now, considering the way my mind works, I'm sure that what they are doing is opening the box that has the new paddle inside.

It Gets Weird

Ok, so this is both really weird and really wonderful. All of a sudden I feel like some sort of silly teenager. It’s been all of 72 hours since my sweetie was in my arms and for some damn reason it feels like forever. I miss her too much already. I don’t know when we’ll be together again but I do know it won’t be soon enough.

Yes, I know she’s going to read this. Yes, I know she’s going to realize that somehow I must be head over heels for her and acting like some sort of immature teen… Well, I am. Yes it’s true, I’m seriously thinking of running outside and carving her and my initials in a tree with my pocketknife but I would rather wait and do it when she is here. The amazing thing is that I’ve never experienced this giddy happy feeling before, not with anyone else that I’ve met… Not even with the woman that I was married to for twenty years. I don’t believe I’m wrong, somehow I know she feels the same way.

It really was such a surprise, I never thought I would ever meet this wonderful woman let alone become enamoured with her. We’ve known each other ever since I first started bloging about a year and a half ago. But, she was far away and all we ever did was IM back and forth about each of our experiences and befriend one another, and now that has changed. She moved cross-country and now she is within driving distance and the unimaginable has turned into reality.

Yes, she knows and fully accepts some of the wants and desires that have been in my warped head for so many years. We won’t have any problem at all establishing a wonderful relationship including the aspects of Loving Domestic Discipline that we both determine are right for us.

So, how long has this wild crazy relationship been going on? Well, it’s been all of ten days. Yeah I know… You’re all thinking get serious you old fart. Stop acting like a kid and remember you’re at mid life ( if I live to be 104 ).

What’s really weird is that I’ve never before hesitated to describe an encounter either here or on my Yahoo 360 blog in explicit details. Yes, I’ve told all in one way or another. Sometimes with specific details, sometimes with bits and pieces buried into a story here or there. So has she, she blogs too and just like me has put all of her thoughts on the web in an attempt to scream from a mountain top in the most modern way. But now it’s different, yes I want to tell the world but at the same time all of a sudden I think it’s not really anyone else’s business about some of my thoughts.

Yeah, I know… Eventually I will, but for now my thoughts only belong to her.

Please be happy for me :)